As a Gryffindor, I love my red and gold but if you could pick your house colors what would they be?
If you mean like making up my own house with its own colors, then purple and silver or teal and copper for sure. It would depend on which direction I wanted to go with different aspects of it (mascot, traits, etc)
If you mean other colors for Gryffindor, I really don’t know. I honestly hate both red and gold. They both look terrible on me, but when I think about it, there isn’t much else that fits conceptually. No other color represent the courage and victory minded-ness of Gryffindor. WHile I can think of things for the other houses, there just aren’t color correspondences that apply as well for Gryffindor.
(but maybe that’s because I know too much about color theory to just pick colors I like. Color meanings matter too much to me *shrug* )
I mean, going with the whole “colors that would suit Hufflepuff” thing, I could totally see like green and bronze for some reason, I guess going along with the whole “earthy” thing. I don’t particularly like either of those colors, but I think it works for Hufflepuff.
For my own choices, if I was making my own house, I’d probably do like Blue and honestly silver, which are totally Ravenclaw movie colors, because I just love them a lot, okay?
I mean for Ravenclaw, I really do love blue and bronze. It’s a lovely relaxing color combination and it’s just always felt right to me, which is why I am INCREDIBLY UPSET THAT THE FILMS FELT THE NEED TO CHANGE THE COLORS. LIKE????????????? WHY????????????? WHAT DID IT DO???????????? NOTHING??????????????
But if I had to choose a different color combination, maybe like a warm yellow and cool blue? Like the scheme in Van Gogh’s “Cafe Terrace at Night”. That’s always been really relaxing as well, but I don’t know if they’d be the right house colors. I’m kind of just talking about my favorite colors now. In all honesty, I really like the current house colors.
I don’t know about for Slytherin, but if I were to create my own house, I really like the colors purple and black/grey. No real reason than purple being one of my favorite colors and probably an under-valued color in general.
I don´t know why I wrote this and I totally wanted this to go in a different direction but I like it and I might even write a sequel, so yeah, go ahead and read my newest work. :D
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Length: 1519 Words
Warnings: Pregnancy, human!cas
Castiel looked after you
while you left for the Impala, fists clenched and cursing under your breath. When you were out of his sight he looked back at the
Werewolf that was lying dead on the ground, killed by Dean´s silver
bullet after yours had missed it by a few inches. The angel tried
to understand why you were so angry and raised his eyebrows at the
Winchesters: “Why is (Y/N) so upset?” Sam sighed: “Because
she missed. Again.” Dean nodded: “Yeah, it´s the third hunt
we went on that she missed the target and one of us had to finish the
job.” Their answers made him frown: “But everyone misses once
in a while.” Dean shook his head: “Not (Y/N), at least not
usually. Ever since we knew her she was the best hunter slash shooter
you would find. You know what people at the road house used to
say about her? She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If
you´re alive, it´s because she wants you alive. I mean they
were just joking, but somehow it was true. (Y/N) killed everything
she wanted to kill. Always. And now somethings off with her and
we have no Idea what it is.” Sam nodded in agreement: “I tried
talking to her at least three times, but she would just send me
away.” Cas looked at the path were you had vanished only a few
minutes ago and somehow he knew what was bothering you.
You said nothing the whole
ride back to the bunker and when you were finally there, you made
your way straight to your room. Things were getting pretty out of
control lately and you were totally freaking out. After entering
your room you closed the door and sat down against it, burrowing your
face in your arms, you´re dirty-blonde hair falling loosely around
you. It had all started six weeks ago when Dean and Sam had been
out in a bar and you had been home alone with Cas. You and the
angel had always gotten along well and so you hadn´t minded at all
when he told you that he was going to stay the night, something that
happened a lot since he turned human. You had convinced him to
drink with him and sooner or later you were both deep into a silly
round of I never where you always had to drink because obviously you
had done a lot of stuff that Cas hadn´t. It had been all very
funny then. It had still been funny when you two had started making
out and it had been even more fun when you had slept together, your
first time with an almost-angel, and for god´s sake, he had been
good at what he had been doing. It hadn´t been that much fun
anymore when you had woken up the next morning, totally hungover and
with the realization that you had slept with Cas without any
protection. And it had been even less fun when you period didn´t
come. By now you were almost a hundredth percent sure that you
were pregnant with Cas´s baby. You had bought a test too, but
you were too scared to take it because you knew that the result would
make every tiny bit of denial left in you worthless. You were so
shaken up by the whole issue that you had started missing. And you
never missed, you just didn´t. Now familiar tears were running
down your face, black with your eyeliner and heavy with your
confusion and desparation. What were you supposed to do? Not
only were you most likely becoming a mother, but also the father was
a freaking Angel, human for now, but still. Leave it to you to get
yourself knocked up by an angel. You figured that you could almost
be glad that Cas didn´t have his grace while you did it or you would
have created a friggin Nephilim. Breaking heaven´s law would have
been the last thing you wanted to deal with right now. You got up
from the ground, deciding that you needed a shower to wash everything
off you. It had worked before, so why not now? Just when you were
about to shrug out of your clothes, it knocked on your door.
It was probably Sam,
trying to talk to you again, but you couldn´t tell him. You couldn´t
tell anyone. Yet you called: “Come in”, because you were
behaving too weirdly lately anyways. The door opened and Cas
walked in, looking rather worried and sad. Shock spread through
your blood: “Cas, what are you doing here?” The morning after,
you had informed him that you only had done it because of the alcohol
and that he was not supposed to tell anyone. And then you had
successfully avoided to be alone with him. Until now.
He closed the door: “I…
I just wanted to talk to you.” Nervously you tried to keep
yourself busy by arranging the sheets on your bed: “What
about?” “About the fact that you seem to be troubled.” So
he had noticed too. You knew you had been obvious, but when even he
noticed it must have been pretty bad. You turned around, hands on
your hips, trying to look tough again: “Well, I´m fine.” The
angel shook his head: “No, you´re not. And I think I know
why.” Your heart started racing: “Cas it´s…” But he
held up one hand to interrupt you and said: “Is this because of
what happened five weeks ago? I read a lot of internet articles about
what happened. I assure you that I won´t tell Sam and Dean and
that I understand that this was just a one-night-stand. At least I
read that that is what you call one time intercourse.” He was
being kinda awkward, which made him kinda cute and made you feel even
worse: “Well, too bad not everything about it was just for one
night.” Cas made a step towards you: “What do you mean? I´m
pretty certain I didn´t give you any kind of illnesses.” Now
you almost laughed: “I´m not worried about you giving me STDs
Cas.” And then, there was the chance, your chance to tell him,
maybe the only one you ever got to tell him. “Actually I think
you gave me something else”, you murmured and watched his reaction
At first he seemed a
little confused but then realization dawned on his face and his eyes
grew big: “You… I… You´re pregnant?” Tears started to
form in your eyes again and you bit your lower lip before nodding: “I
think so. I mean I haven´t taken a test, but I´m pretty sure.” The
next thing he did surprised you: he came over and hugged you, hugged
you tight and whispered in your ear: “It´s gonna be okay.” That´s
when you totally lost it. You sobbed and sobbed into his arms, until
there were no tears left and then you looked up: “Would you wait
while I take the test?” I hadn´t been a decision you had made
on purpose. You just knew it was the right time. He nodded: “Of
When you came back from
the bathroom, he was sitting on your bed and you waved the stick in
attempt to lighten the mood. “We have to wait five minutes now”,
you informed him and he nodded. It must have been the five longest
minutes in your entire life. Cas was holding you and somehow you
knew that whatever was going to happen next, he wouldn´t leave you.
When the time was up you
looked at him: “Two stripes means pregnant, one means
not-pregnant”, you explained, not wanting there to be any
misunderstandings. He nodded and then you flipped the test,
staring at the two stripes you knew would be there.
Still it was the biggest
shock you ever got in your life and you pressed a hand over your
mouth when Cas took the test and placed it on the side of the bed
before turning you by your shoulders to face him: “I know this
isn´t ideal. I know it´s probably the last thing you want. But I
also know that you´ll be an amazing mum and that I´ll be there for
you. Always.” He didn´t have to say these things. He could have
just left you alone, dealing with your problems on your own, but he
didn´t. And that´s what made you realize: “And you´re going
to be a great dad.” He smiled and then he hugged you again and
you thought about the fact that there really was a human growing
inside of you. “This is scary”, you whispered and you could
feel him nod in agreement: “Yes, it is. But the good kind of
scary.” You pulled away and smiled at him under your dried
tears: “Yeah, I´m not so sure about that, I´m going to look like
an elephant.” He smiled back: “A beautiful elephant.” And
right then, the moment before he kissed you, you knew that he was
right. It was going to be okay.
[[ A quick doodle study to see the differences between Viktor and Jhin’s hands. Yes, I know that isn’t the hand that Viktor has still human, however I wanted them to be the same hand for direct comparison. ]]
I have been so silent the past few weeks, I know. Honestly, I was a bit in a personal turmoil with everything. Let’s just say 2016 has started out confusing but strong and (hopefully) going to throw everything into a different direction for me. The direction that I want!
Anyways, enough of that. I want to get more out there, as I’ve already stated before. I’ve decided that I am going to work on my shop too and open it up soon, because I am starting to come together in what paths I want to walk for myself. I need a change in my life and I feel that this just may be it. No longer on the side. Just this!
and now you ask what my plan is? I’ve just (like ten minutes ago) created afacebook page. There I will also start posting all things Tarot. The big and the small! Fresh winds everywhere, people haha! So, if you also are on facebook. Definately don’t hesitate to follow me there too. Plus, it would just be a super sweet thing to do!
I’m starting to feel excited about this all. (and a bit nervous. But that’s natural.) Hope you all have been doing wonderfully yourselfs! ♥
I'm in my senior year in High School. And I'm not sure what I want to do for a living. I want to draw or direct movies. Is it to late to start drawing for me? My art is god awful. And what is the best are art schools to go to? And how do I start drawing?
Not knowing you I can’t tell you if it’s to late but I personally feel it’s never too late as long as you have the desire to learn your craft and some ability. I was by far NOT the best draftsmen in my art college but I never saw that as an issue because I wanted to be in the arts so much, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
But, if you’re a senior and haven’t even started drawing, why do you want to go to art school? How do you even know that’s where you want to spend time and tuition money? I’d recommend taking a single are class to and see if you like it.
Hi Emma, i saw your tags in the lyrics post. Do you think Harry could have "directed" this one line about people wanting to be near him to be famous to the past/OT? Cause otherwise, the new ppl would be Azoff and I always thought that is a good thing, or did something with Kendall happen today? (I had to work all day and wasn't much online)
If it’s meant to have some deeper meaning, honestly, I think it’s about the Jungwirths. The Azoffs aren’t new for Harry - he’s been hanging out with them since late 2013 at least. And nothing happened with Kendall today. :)
I had a teacher in the business and she said that being gay is basically a death wish in Hollywood. That they won't hire you for the lead because guys want to be like you and women want to be with you. Hopefully it does change I know Jared wants to "retire" but I know Jensen either wants to act more or direct more. I just hope they can be happy at the end of the day no matter what they decide to do. Love your blog XoXo
You’re teacher is kind of right. Back then, (when the J’s first started acting) coming out as gay was really taboo. These days though, celebrities are coming out of the closet left and right.
But back then, it wasn’t a good thing for your image. Which is most likely the reason why the J’s decided to beard. The sad part is that they keep this charade going.
I've never been in the same situation as you with being an academic high achiever but my best friends in sixth form went through things like that and it was horrible seeing them stressed & being pushed into directions I knew they didn't want to go in
yeah it happens to so many people. schools brainwash you and feed you such strong lies that sometimes you don’t even realise that it isn’t what you want.